( There are no words: not yet. There's the adrenaline, the fear, the sharp edges, the consummation of purpose, the invention. A lack of pride, but a sense of what's been achieved.
Hollow, as marrow dried bones. His husband calls to him like a dog, and Wei Wuxian stills.
Moves after. Moves equal to. Moves to drop his retrieved talisman into the flames, still quiet. )
As ever, Hanguang-jun, in the heart of darkness.
( The depths of chaos, a cutting light.
He turns away, and to the edge he moves, walking with purpose. Easy to the lip, and without pause, he leaps. A strong arc, outward, hair streaming as banner, arms out, no fall. No giving in. A choice, soaring outward, at the peak caught in dive by the wyvern, struggling to lift them higher.
They come to rest at the highest point of the roof. He who leapt, and the beast who fell.
The paper already consumed before he'd reached the edge. )
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( There are no words: not yet. There's the adrenaline, the fear, the sharp edges, the consummation of purpose, the invention. A lack of pride, but a sense of what's been achieved.
Hollow, as marrow dried bones. His husband calls to him like a dog, and Wei Wuxian stills.
Moves after. Moves equal to. Moves to drop his retrieved talisman into the flames, still quiet. )
As ever, Hanguang-jun, in the heart of darkness.
( The depths of chaos, a cutting light.
He turns away, and to the edge he moves, walking with purpose. Easy to the lip, and without pause, he leaps. A strong arc, outward, hair streaming as banner, arms out, no fall. No giving in. A choice, soaring outward, at the peak caught in dive by the wyvern, struggling to lift them higher.
They come to rest at the highest point of the roof. He who leapt, and the beast who fell.
The paper already consumed before he'd reached the edge. )